Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1330.

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1330
by Angharad

Copyright © 2011 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“You are a proper girl, darling, legally as well. The only thing you can’t do is have babies, and there are quite a lot of women who can’t do that for a variety of reasons. The female reproductive system is very complex and even if you’d been born a normal girl, you might not have been able to have babies.”

“But I will after you do me, won’t I?”

“I don’t think it works like that, darling. Your not being a biological female is not a sickness as such. So it very probably won’t work.”

“But it is, Mummy. I don’t have bits–I need to grow them.”

“It won’t happen, sweetheart, because–.”

“Because what, Mummy?”

“Because it wasn’t meant to.”

“I wasn’t meant to be a girl?” I saw tears forming in her eyes.

“Not biologically, so you haven’t got the bits. I’m sorry, darling.”

“No,” she pushed away from me, “Jesus says I can be a real girl if I believe in him.”

“Who told you that?”

“The nuns tell us regularly that if we believe in Jesus and ask him for help, we can do anything.”

Oh bugger, how do I tell her that they were speaking metaphorically?

“Look, sweetheart, we don’t know what makes some people have a different sex in their heads to their physical bodies. Some people are born neither one thing nor the other, but most of us have an identifiable physical sex and a matching view of ourselves as being the same in our heads. But now and again something different happens, and people like you and I are born whose body is one thing and yet their mind is another.”

“I understand, Mummy–but won’t the blue light and Jesus make me a proper girl?”

“I don’t think it works like that, darling, I really don’t.”

“Did the nuns lie to me?”

“I don’t think they lied, I suspect more that they didn’t explain things very well.”

“Silly old bags.”

“Don’t be rude about them, I’m sure they meant well.”

“Do the blue light, Mummy–see if it works.”

“Can I ask you something first, darling?”

“Of course, Mummy.”

“I know that the boy bits you lost won’t grow back because they’ve been removed...”

“You don’t think that could happen, do you? That would be horrible.”

“I just said I don’t think that could happen, but what if the light thought that your mind was sick?”

“My mind, Mummy?”

“Yes, what if the light thought that it was doing the right thing by making you feel like a boy not a girl?”

“Don’t be silly, Mummy, how could that happen?”

“I don’t know, and I’m not saying it would, but just think for a moment–as far as we know, until you did your own bit of surgery and then the doctors sorted you after Auntie Stella accidentally cut you, you had a normal little boy’s body.”

She huffed and folded her arms.

“It was your mind that was a girl’s, not your body. What if instead of doing something to your body, it changed your mind?”

She laughed, “That is silly, Mummy.”

“It would be ironic and awful for you to be a boy stuck in a girl’s body, wouldn’t it?”

She laughed again, but her expression meant she was thinking about what I’d said.

“Would you want to take that risk–becoming a boy who had no willie and no chance of getting one?”

“No,” she shrieked and ran off up the stairs.

I felt rotten–I was scared because I honestly felt that something like it could happen. It was unlikely, but I wasn’t prepared to take that risk with her and I’d outmanoeuvred her. Was I acting in her best interests?

To be honest I didn’t think anything would happen, because it isn’t usually the sort of thing that it deals with, and besides, with the exception of being fertile, she was likely to become a full woman, with a female figure and I suspect attractive face–she was quite a pretty kid already. Why do we always want more than we can have?

I understand her, because I wanted it too, but I know my limitations and I do have the joy of breastfeeding, which I believe she could too when she’s older.

I sat at the kitchen table and putting my arms on the table hid my face in them and sobbed. I was still there when I felt a hand on my shoulder, “What’s the matter, Mummy?”

I looked up through bleary eyes and saw Julie standing beside me. “Hello, sweetheart,” I said trying to pretend I must have fallen asleep.

“Why have you been crying?” she persisted.

“Oh it’s nothing.”

“It must be, you don’t cry for nothing–c’mon, tell Auntie Julie all about it,” she said patronisingly while patting my hand.

“Make some tea, while I clean myself up,” I said and went upstairs. I washed my face in cold water, at least I wasn’t wearing any makeup to smear all over my sleeves. I went to check on Trish, who was lying on her bed reading a book.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“Huh, what d’you care?” she threw back at me like a spear and then pretended to read again.

“I care a great deal about you and all the other children who look to me to look after them.”

“Well you failed, didn’t you?” she got up flung the book on the bed and pushed past me.

“I seem to have failed to teach you any manners, young lady.” I said to her back.

She replied with something which sounded like, duck off. I felt extremely hurt and angry with her but felt powerless to do very much because I was so angry. However, I wasn’t the only one who heard it.

At the bottom of the stairs stood Julie who confronted Trish; “I think you’d better apologise before I wash your dirty mouth with soap and water, squirt.”

Trish made the same reply to her older sister and Julie grabbed her and shook her. “Don’t you speak to me like that, you dirty little scumbag,” she was about to slap her when I shouted to let her go.

Trish stamped on Julie’s foot and ran past her and out into the garden, I got downstairs just in time to see her disappear through the back door.

“God, that bloody hurt,” gasped Julie, “I only came to tell you I’d made your tea. I’ll kill the little bitch if I catch her.”

“No you won’t, I’ll deal with this,” I said forcefully before giving chase up the garden.

I kept telling myself that she is seven years old and abused in previous homes, but I still had an urge to strangle her slowly. I saw her disappear into the orchard and I began to run after her.

“Trish, come back here, this minute,” I shouted closing on her.

“Go to hell,” she shouted back at me turning to face me before running off and straight into an apple tree. It caught her on the face and head with a sickening thud and she bounced back before collapsing onto the grass.

With heart pounding I rushed after her kneeling down beside her watching a contusion form on her forehead and start to bleed into her hair, her eye was swelling and turning a dark red colour and there was blood oozing from her mouth.

Realising that she’d probably bitten her tongue and aware she was still breathing, I turned her on her side to let the blood drain from her mouth so she didn’t choke on it or inhale it.

As I touched her, I felt energy flow into her inert body, and I recognised the irony–she wanted blue light, she got blue light–but not quite as she wanted it.

I felt her coming back to consciousness and she stirred a little, “It’s alright, darling, Mummy’s here,” I cooed to her.

She groaned and touched her face with her hand, the blood leaving her pink painted nails red.

“Oh, that hurts,” she said.

“I’m sure it does, sweetheart, you ran full pelt into that tree.”

“Did I? Where am I?”

“In the orchard, in Gramps house.”

“Orchard–what orchard? Who are you?” she asked looking at me through her good eye.

“I’m your mummy, Trish, remember.”

“No you’re not, my mother’s got dark hair, and my name’s Patrick–so who’s Trish?”

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Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1330

Oh my! Talk about irony!

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

I Can Just See It

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PICT0013_1_0.jpg I can just see it. Cathy will have to use the Blue light to treat Trish and she will get her wish because it would make her think she was a girl and finish changing her into a complete girl. I would think that if the Blue light thought that the girls weren't supposed to be girls, it would have changed them during other healing interventions. I think that when they get her to the hospital and do an MRI, on her body,she will have all the internal female organs she needs.

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Oof!

Hopefully that's just the concussion speaking - after all, she'd been insisting she was a girl since way before Cathy took her in early 2009 (then aged 4¾), so to suddenly about-face would seem unlikely, especially as I think she's had numerous doses of blue light before (although, interestingly, not in the aftermath of Stella stabbing her in 1280 and her subsequent orchiectomy). Besides which, Julie and Billie have had BLH and haven't changed their outlook on life.

 

Bike Resources

There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...

As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

My Thoughts

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... which are seldom correct is that the little imp is pulling a fast one. All indications are that Trish is a girl in mind. I don't think the 'Blue Light' will change that because that is not what is wrong with her. She wants her mother to give her a major blast of the 'Blue Light' to correct her anomalies. We already know that it is a one time deal, so if any corrections are taking place, they are doing so, or have already done so. I still remember what the 'spirit' said many episodes ago. I think the course has already been set.

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Portia

Portia

Well!

I didn't see that coming.

Of course, neither did Trish—the apple tree, that is.

Thanks A+B: this story has more twists and turns than a corkscrew.

I assume that Trish is concussed, but I'll be interested to see where this leads.

Paramnesic Shock


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Double Jeopardy

Trish might be intelligent at facts but she still has the emotional intelligence of her age. I still say she needs something drastic to happen to her before she learns her lesson.

That said, Trish is in double jeopardy in the sense that if Patrick is back, then technically he is not transgendered. So, does that mean that Trish's do it yourself orchi is coming back to bite her or him in this case. So what kind of healing can happen now. Could Cathy salvage the body and make her a him or readjust the mind so it jives with the current body gender.

Ooooo, Lady or the Tiger!

Kim

Oops.


Very long term retrograde Amnesia. Possibly.

This could be tricky.

Good luck Cathy. You're going to need it.

Goos story and I'm still lovin' it.

Hugs.

XXX

Beverly.

Growing old disgracefully.

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Whew....

that's a difficult situation. Angharad caught all of her readers completely by surprise yet again.

Ah but with Trish and our EVIL CO-AUTHORS TM

AKA Ang and Bonzi, is Patrick a temporary abberation brough on by concusion OR a very clever and mean trick by an emotionally and physically wounded Trish to get even with Cathy for her perceived sins?

Trish is a known and clever manipuator. So is it Patrick or is it Memorex, um Trish playing a spiteful prank on Mommie?

John in Wauwatosa

John in Wauwatosa

Will Patrick remember who his real Mom is?

Is this just Trish acting up? Or could it be that the "Blue Light" is testing Cathy? Oh, what a tangled web you've woven!

Wren

Drawing A Parallel

Normally, I wouldn't look to draw a parallel between stories here on Top Shelf, Angharad, but... you haven't by any chance been reading recent installments of a serial by Ms. Allread, have you? :-)

No

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I don't have time to read much, too busy, though I would somehow find time to read PFH whenever Melanie posts another part (hint hint).

Angharad

Angharad

Now thats

what i call a twist, Just goes to show, With Angharad you just never know whats coming next !

Kirri

Why can I see these words

Why can I see these words circling around in Cathy's head right now "well, here is another fine mess, you have got me in". To paraphrase Oliver Hardy to Stanley Laurel. Seems to be either Trish or Julie that create all the problems regarding their respective gender issues, and getting injured badly. I do hope Cathy will be able to manage this time. Not too sure why "Patrick" has suddenly appeared in the picture again, as Trish has always claimed to be female since she was first introduced into the story line, and that is actually how Cathy came to taking her from the school. All this leads up to a big Hummmmmmm?

blue-light

kathy thought it could occur, blue light special delivered such. reminds me of an old saying .
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when you choose an action --- you choose the consequences of that action also

when you desired a consequence --- you had dammed well better take an action that would create it
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in this case maybe ''the deities of 'blue-light''' took that litterly
hmmm

Wow

Didn't see that one coming.